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Callan "Cal" Rigby Hufflepuff Intermediate Class

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thatsyourbadluck‌:

@calxrigby

Probably the worst part of the role she had to play was the classes. Felicity had been making liquid death since she was twelve, she was far from needing step-by-step instruction now. She could probably make it blindfolded. What was worse, she didn’t need a partner, someone she would have to keep the mask on with for the next hour. She smiled as hers was assigned, trying not to roll her eyes. He was a sweet man, the kind that made her wonder what happened to masculinity. “Mr. Rigby,” She nodded, trying to seem happy about this encounter. 

Potions wasn’t Cal’s strongest suit, but it also wasn’t his downfall. Thankfully, his extensive knowledge of plants seemed to be his saving grace when it came to the class, as ingredients posed less of a challenge for him because of such a thing. His steady hand and nature were also helpful for the practice. “Miss Mallory,” he said with a little respectful incline of his head towards her, almost as if he were tipping a non-existent hat. “Looks like we’ll be working together for this class. Have you mixed this one before?” he asked, squinting a little at the book. His reading was improving, thankfully. 

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chiefofsarcasm‌:

Dayo wasn’t willing to give up on the idea of love. He’d figure out a way to help Holly and Cal be happy, he just needed time to think. “Life is complicated, but it’ll work out. You’ll see.” He was a big believer in having faith, so he hoped Cal would too. He grinned, glad Cal was at least trying to keep hold onto his good sense of nature. “Well, they do say it’s bad luck not to kiss, and I don’t think either of us wish to risk that.” 

“I really hope so, Dayo,” he said with a bit of a mirthless chuckle. “Otherwise it looks like I’m stuck with you, doesn’t it?” he teased with a little nod in the direction of the mistletoe. “That’s a rather big downgrade, I’m not going to lie.” Cal sighed, not particularly opposed to having a simple and small kiss with the man, but he did take another moment to tease. “Honestly what more could happen to me at this point? Maybe you getting into some bad luck would at least be amusing for myself.”

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Dayo grinned, always glad to see his friends so happy. Although love was something he had yet to find, he did love the very idea of love. He had seen different kinds of love, but the true kind was his favourite. “It is because we are a better people.” He joked. “I am glad for you both. I am sure she will love these letters. They will make her smile.”

Cal laughed before plucking up the finished letter, not entirely able to read it, but at least knowing that it looked nice. “Should I go deliver it now?” he asked, perhaps a little too eager. “I’ve already got a flower picked out.” Cal only wished her could ask her favorite without raising suspicion.

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Dayo winced in sympathy, clapping his hand on Cal’s shoulder. “I’m sure it’s just a misunderstanding.” Dayo may have wanted to see how the letters were working out for Cal, so he’d spied on them being rather adorable around each other. “Her family may be pushing her to get engaged, but that doesn’t mean she has to.” Not every family was as open-minded as his, a fact Dayo knew but was willing to ignore. He was just going to have to fix this. Since that miserable look wasn’t one he wanted to see, Dayo tilted his head slightly. “Well, since she’s not here, it’s the rules, I don’t make them….” He teased, leaning in slightly. 

With the loss of Holly, or perceived loss of her, being rather fresh— it was difficult for Cal to be hopeful quite yet when it came to the possibility of her not getting married. “She didn’t seem to be very interested in the marriage but...it’s rather complicated, isn’t it?” He gave a little sigh before giving Day a questioning look, realizing a moment later what it was the man was talking about. “Are you trying to take advantage of my broken heart right now?” Cal asked with half a chuckle.

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missxraider‌:

Holly was not great in the snow. Her joints tended to ache something terrible whenever the cold whether crept through, likely a result of her illness from so long ago. Yet, she wished to be apart of the festivities and so had offered herself up as a referee, though she had to admit that she had spent a good amount of time watching Cal. She grinned at him,”You did well in it! Did you enjoy yourself?”

He snorted a little at her claim before saying, “If you think I did well...I think we may have been watching different games,” he teased a little. He supposed he hadn’t done terribly, though. More of a middle of the road situation. He wasn’t much of a natural fighter. “I think I may have been distracted,” he said as he took a step towards her, as if asking her to ask what had taken his attention away from the game. “I did have fun, though. Did you?”

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Cal’s gift had almost been forgotten, and so it arrived later that day than the rest he sent. The figurine was hand-carved and made of wood, somewhat small but detailed enough that she was clearly a muggle’s version of a Seelie fae with long, pointed ears and a soft glow emitting from the lantern in her hand.

“Sorry you got caught in the middle of my heist. She’ll protect your cart next time.

- Oswald Horsfall”

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A kind man,

Changed the fate of a single woman,

Her faith restored,

He captured her,

And she did not wish to be freed

Mister Rigby,

I apologize for the terrible poem, but I attempted. I’m not sure it makes sense, but I can not take it back now. I wish you the best Merry Christmas. The flower is enchanted to bloom every morning. I hope you enjoy it.

With a devotion that is true,

Holly Raider.

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I was sure you would have working gloves for the farm, but if you are going to court Holly, you may wish to wear something finer. Not that she is the kind of woman to care about such things, but I still had Bri make you these gloves. 

Merry Christmas. Love, Dayo

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Something from Africa to put those beautiful flowers in. Merry Christmas. Love, Bri

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Dear Cal, 

Thank you for always being so kind to me. I’m glad we’re friends now. 

Merry Christmas, 

Yours sincerely, 

Leila

(comes with a basket of baked goods)

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chiefofsarcasm‌:

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Although he had been of no assistance to the actual snowball fight, he’d enjoyed himself. Right up until Oswald made him lose, but he’d get revenge on both the man and his sister. In a jovial mood, he was enjoying the goodbye feast, knowing he’d be home tomorrow to see his whole family once more. Seeing a friend tucked into the corner, Dayo went over to join him. “Ah, how are the letters going?” He glanced up with a smirk. “Are you waiting for Holly to join you here?” He gestured to the mistletoe above their heads. 

To be honest, Cal had been tucking himself in corners all night, trying to avoid Holly or Roland or just...anyone else. For once, he was rather more inclined to be sad by himself in a dark corner. He looked up at Dayo’s voice though, even if his question sent an instant bit of pain through his chest. A mirthless laugh escaped from him. “Well, they were going wonderfully until she told me she was engaged.” He looked up in confusion as Dayo pointed to something above their heads. Ahhh, the mistletoe. Apparently he’d unknowingly come to rest under one. “Based off the fact she’s engaged— I’m going to have to say no.”

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@gussykesser

In truth...Cal was rather moping about after he’d gotten the news from Holly. Honestly, he should have known better than to get his hopes up. So he’d taken to leaning against little corners of the Great Hall, and somewhat lurking in a few of the hallways nearby. In one such hallway was where he ran into a woman quite by accident, too lost in his thoughts. “Pardon me, Miss. I’m terribly sorry.”

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@missxraider

Cal had done his part in participating in the game, and though he wasn’t particularly much of a fighter at heart, he’d gone his best to help bring his team to triumph. Finally— things had died down, and he could properly talk to Holly. He’d spent most of the game sneaking glances towards her, and sending her little smiles. It was probably to the annoyance of his teammates. Nevertheless, he throw a playful little snowball her way. “Great game, Referee,” he began with a little grin.

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— - Send me a  “ 💋 ” for our muses to get caught underneath the mistletoe!

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missxraider‌:

“My eyesight is perfectly fine, Mister. Rigby. I judge adorableness based on actions, which you have done quite a bit of,” She said with a small grin. “Flowers and notes make you very adorable, sir.”

“You know you can call me just Cal, right?” he said with a continued smile. It didn’t seem as out of line suggesting it when she now knew he was the one sending notes and things. She thought his actions were adorable? “I just wanted to see you have a little happiness in your day, that’s all.” Which was true.

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missxraider‌:

She liked this side of Cal, where he was willing to tease her. He was confident this way and it was perhaps one of her favorite looks on him. “I’m not sure I agree, I think you are the adorable one in this duo. Just look at you. You scream adorable.”

He laughed at her words, glad that nothing had become strange after he admitted to sending the little notes and flowers. “You’re accusing me of being adorable? I think we need your eyesight checked, Miss Raider.” A duo. Were they a duo now? His heart fluttered at the thought. “No, you’re gonna have to be the adorable one.”

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“Ah, I have known Holly for a long time now. My family and hers would attend the same events sometimes. So I could see the similarities.” He shrugged, still smiling. Holly deserved some happiness, and he was sure that Cal could give her that. “It is a word for a woman who is beautiful in every way. The goodness in her heart and mind show in her body.” 

“Oh, that does make sense.” Dayo’s family was so entrenched in social circles it wasn’t surprising that he would have run into Holly’s. For the most part he wasn’t nervous about Dayo knowing who it was. The man was exuberant, but he was loyal, and had even said how seriously he was taking this. A somewhat mooning grin came over him as Dayo said the definition. Yes, that sounded perfectly true about Holly. “That does sound...entirely fitting,” he said with a chuckle. “Tell me- why do your people have such better words than us?” he teased a little.